Herb alchemy and Monster Slaying: Part 2

Levitation Science and Sorcery.

Based on the works of Robyn Bee, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"Excuse me," a voice said. I turned to find a man standing behind me. "You're the alchemists, right?"

He was a young man, lean and in well-tailored clothes. He had pale skin; wavy blonde hair and his eyes were creased with the casual impatience of one who's never had to search for his next meal.

"She is," I said, hooking a thumb towards Morgana. "I'm just her husband."

Herb Alchemy and Monster Slaying: Part 1

Sex is Morgana's magic. Her husband helps her brew a potion.

Based on the works of Robyn Bee, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Arthus and Morgana.

There's a hidden depth of creativity that men find when speaking of the beauty of their women. I've heard a thousand different men brag in a thousand different ways. They'll speak of the shape of their smile, the curve of their bodies and the sway of their hips as they move.

Even the thickest clod in the taproom could pull verses from himself, finding, from somewhere, the ability to wax lyrical about the jiggle of the barmaid's tits.

The Isabella House

The Isabella House.

A Victorian house and a wandering kitty.

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"Here pussy pussy, here pussy pussy."

What the fuck was I doing? It was gone eleven o'clock at night, pitch black, and I was standing in my new garden wrapped only in a towel, my hair and skin still damp from the shower.

I'm John Crawford; a 36 year old finance professional in a large city. I'd only moved into my new apartment yesterday.

The apartment was disguised as a grand Victorian estate, but each story of this 'grand old lady' was built to be a self-contained home, allowing me to rent the ground level unit and lovely landscaped back patio and rose garden. The neighbors unofficially referred to the corner lot mansion as Isabella, but no one knows for sure why.

The Young Wizard: Part 5

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The Young Wizard: Part 4

Rescued from the abyss of my sorrow.

by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Mandy woke early the following morning, jumped in the shower and back into bed, startling me awake. She climbed on top of me, a huge grin on her face. Thank you, Jeremy, you made me a woman and a witch in one step and the best part is that now we can do it forever. I smiled back and kissed her. She pushed her tongue between my lips despite the reluctance I exhibited because of my morning breath. In mid-kiss Mandy reached for my cock. I was already hard as she lifted her hips and positioned me at her tunnel.

The Young Wizard: Part 3

Paradise Regained.

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Chapter 7.

MP and I had a long discussion one day about fucking and making love. I explained to her that animals can fuck but they can t make love. Who do you think about when we re having sex?

You, Jeremy, she answered.

Right, and I m always thinking about you. That s why we make love instead of just fucking, understand? MP just responded by kissing me, even though her father was only thirty feet away.

The Young Wizard: Part 2

Paradise Lost.

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I checked her clock; 9:47; still plenty of time before her parents returned, but we were both a mess. I pulled MP up, leading her to the shower as cum dripped down the front of her body. I stepped aside to let her into the shower first but she pulled me in with her. This was certainly a night of firsts; first fucking, first cunny eating, first shower with a beautiful hot girlfriend. We washed each other carefully as we kissed and groped each other.

The Young Wizard: Part 1 

Jeremy s Chivalry and Infatuations.

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Chapter 1.

I think I was in fifth grade when the first Harry Potter movie came out. My buddies Ted and Josh begged me to see it with them and since we were our own version of the Three Musketeers I agreed. We were into the movie maybe a half hour when I looked over at them. They were really into it. I could see the rapt expressions on their faces. Me? Well, let me put it this way; if I was texting I would have written LMFAO. I couldn t let my buddies see me but I was definitely laughing myself silly inside. Robes? Wands? Messenger Owls? Hogwarts School of Magic? What a crock!

Homeless Jenny: Part 6

I Become A Dad!

by Sénor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I drove south until I was able to get onto I-78, following that through Jersey City to the New Jersey Turnpike. We moved along at a steady pace and fairly quickly due no small degree to the E-Z Pass I’d kept after moving from New York to North Carolina. We didn’t have to stop to get a ticket or to pay at the southern terminus of the Turnpike, nor did we have to stop in the long lines at either the Delaware Memorial Bridge or at one of the toll booths on I-95 in Delaware.

Our first stop was about two hours after leaving, around 11:20, at the last rest stop on the Turnpike. I needed to put Lady out for a walk and Jenny and I needed a bathroom break, too. By now we had our routine down pat. Jenny walked into the restroom while I took Lady onto the lawn. I had already poured water into her bowl on the sidewalk when Jenny reappeared with unwanted attention from a guy who looked to be in his late thirties.

Homeless Jenny: Part 5 

The Chattanooga Matter!

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CHAPTER 14.

I had one more thing to do to ensure Jenny’s safety and I took the first step on our drive home from the Wilmington airport, stopping at Walmart in Leland for a cheap burner phone. I’d use this phone for one and only one call that I made from the parking lot.

One of my early clients was a famous and notorious motorcycle club. Most people would consider it a gang, especially since almost all of their activities were strictly illegal. They needed a firewall for their website so they could conduct clandestine operations without the authorities knowing or hacking into the site. Somehow they got my name; I suspected at the time from one of my MIT classmates; at a time when I was desperate for money to launch my first “Idiot” program. They paid me $100,000 all in well-used tens and twenties. They were still using my firewall and I hadn’t red anything about the government hacking into their site.